Turn It or Leave It Alone? Mattress Advice Is a Mess
I currently own six mattresses. Not because I’m running a boutique inn out of my house in Indianapolis, but because that’s just what happens when you’ve got a master bed,…
I currently own six mattresses. Not because I’m running a boutique inn out of my house in Indianapolis, but because that’s just what happens when you’ve got a master bed,…
I was on my knees at eleven at night, wrestling a two inch memory foam topper into a fitted sheet that was clearly sized for a mattress with less personality…
I logged it once, out of curiosity, the same way I log board feet before I quote a job. Eight hours a night, seven nights a week if I’m lucky,…
I was brushing my teeth in the dark last Tuesday. Not because the power was out, not because I’m going through some sort of aesthetic phase involving candles, but because…
I was on my hands and knees vacuuming under my bed on a Sunday, the specific kind of chore that only happens because you’ve run out of other ways to…
Every job I’ve ever quoted has one line in it nobody reads until it’s a problem: the exceptions. Dumpster rentals are the same deal, except with mattresses everyone’s already decided…
I count these things because apparently I’m the kind of person who counts things now. In the last three years I have opened and washed nine new sets of sheets…
I own seven mattresses right now. Seven. I did the math the other day while flipping through old receipts for something completely unrelated to this, and I sat there in…
I was standing at the kitchen counter this morning, coffee half poured, doing that thing where you press both knuckles into your lower back like you’re eighty three, and my…
I was on my knees at eleven at night, wrestling a mattress topper back into position after it had slid a full foot to the left for the third time…